5:45am: My eyes shoot open. Hubby is heading out the door. I have 15 minutes to eat, drink coffee, check emails, and put in contacts. Maybe 15 min.
6:00am: Baby wakes up. Did hubby make the bottle?
6:00am – 7:00am: Feed, cuddle, read, play, cloth baby. Cloth myself. Make sure essentials are done – teeth and deoderant. Hair is a luxury for another day.
7:00am: 15 minutes of Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood (horrible mother, I know) while I pack the car.
7:15am: Shoes. Both of us.
7:30am: Leave. Drop at daycare.
8:00am: Arrive at work. Do stuff for a number of hours.
5:00am: Go home. Enjoy great big grin and hugs from baby. Then all the fussing when I try to leave the room. Help feed dinner. Clean up. Play. Read. Bathe.
6:15pm: Put baby to bed. Say hello to hubby.
6:30pm: Eat dinner.
7:00pm: Drink Cocktail. Veg out to Daily Show and Pinterest.
8:00pm: Shower, Read.
9:00pm: Lights out.
Repeat.
*I was sharing some of my day with my co-workers. Bemoaning my lack of balance. My co-worker seemed shocked that I didn’t think I had balance. I do suppose this schedule does reflect something that looks like balance – a.k.a. shoving it all in.